Thank the goddess I’m lousy at cleaning up my emails. I still have dozens and dozens from you in my sent box. Times when you felt better. Times when you bucked me up. Times when you said just the right thing to make me laugh. No one could do that like you.

I wonder where they will bury you. I wonder about Solo. Who will take him?

Never did get a chance to meet you face to face.

My life has been sad enough lately without your constant messages to me. I don’t know what I’m gonna do now.

I wanna just shout. If I shout loud enough you’ll answer. Eventually. Oh, please! Just answer…

You told me your real name, and what the locals call you. You talked about your brother. Such bits and pieces I have of your life, a life so important to me in so many ways. You were one of the first to welcome me to blogging. You gave me so much and I felt like I could never reciprocate. I could never make you laugh like you made me laugh. I could never calm you down the way you calmed me down. You pulled me back from the edge, and I couldn’t do the same for you.

Currently a final year English student at the University of Cambridge. Producing Intern for Fuel Theatre July-October 2016. Aspiring Arts Administrator/Theatre Producer, blogging about my projects (mostly).

#ActuallyAutistic - An Aspie obsessed with writing. This site is intend to inspire through sharing stories & experiences. The opinions of the writers are their own. I am just an Autistic woman - NOT a medical professional.